Guardian of dreams,
shines bright with white light,
calms my unheard screams,
protects me all night.
Owner of my heart,
with abilities
to create fine art,
then relive each scene.
Pushes back the hour
in any wound clock,
then proves his powers,
destroys every lock.
Repairs hearts again,
done effortlessly,
voice writes like a pen
so consistently.
Teaches me to paint
a transparent smile,
releasing restraints
with genuine style.
He wears many wounds
from battles with life,
resembles the moon,
builds towers from strife.
Grabs silk thread and vines,
to sew my torn wings,
together we climb,
close our eyes and fling.
I learn how to fly,
secure by his side,
floating past the sky,
he heals me inside.
– Grace Y. Estevez – Reddy